May Welles, Leary, Shea, Malaclypse the Younger and the Goddess Eris be awaiting your arrival. May "Bob" continue smiling, and may much 'frop be lit in your name. May the many-fingered hand of Chaos be distributing your words at random amongst the people. Farewell, RAW. And kick Sagan's ass while you're out there. And for fuck's sake, close the door -- you're letting the cold air in.
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